Going through another day,

Voices blurring like a never ending headache,

Who are we to say one is better than another,

We simply run the same path, covered in thousands of footsteps,

All blurring together to make it look like a plain slate,

But all we are, will ever be, is sheep being herded by a bloodthirsty dog,

Snapping at our heels, making us play its game,

Till our eyes become weary and our hearts begin to slow,

And then as our body gives in, lets sweet escape take over,

The beast rips our fleece off, pierces our arteries,

And lets the cold blood pour all over the innocence,

Of what this world was, Before all turned dark,

Reminding others all that awaits through life,

Is death.